Imperial God Emperor

It was unheard of for a slave to threaten the daughter of a marquis in the Vast Thousand Domains. In fact, no one would believe such a story. However, such an incident was happening in a crowded bazaar at the Royal City of the Guardians. Under so many watchful gazes, the arrogance and impudence of the wretched slave had reached an unbelievable level.

"You wretched slave... sob!"

The young, round-faced maid pointed at the evil slave instinctively, but the teenage girl in red hurriedly covered the maid's mouth with her hand. The maid looked quizzically at her young mistress, and the latter shook her head to signal the dimwitted and unworldly young girl to keep quiet.

"You're merely a house slave and needn't worry about the matters of the Marquis Tao's residence. Do you think you actually represent the King of Zhenyuan?" the teenage girl in red was evidently furious, but she controlled herself and still attempted to reason with the evil slave. "You, however, are bullying others during the Wanyi Bazaar Festival in the name of the King of Zhenyuan. If he knew you were doing this, he would skin you alive."

"Hahaha, you ignorant woman. I don't think you'll have to wait long to be sent into the sex worker camp for the bureaucrats. When I hear the news that the residence of Marquis Tao has been seized, hehe, I'll go there to patronize you. Hahaha!" the evil slave said, laughing very loudly. "How can the tiny residence of Marquis Tao compete with the watchful eye of our Lord? Hehe, do you doubt that I can make the life of your family hard from tomorrow onward just by saying a few words after I get back?"

"You..." the maiden in red was so furious that her face had turned white.

That said, she did not have a better plan.

At first, she had thought that the wretched slave would be a little wary of her, as she was a noble woman from a marquis' family. She believed that she could help the pitiful young man by stepping out to speak for him. After all, his filial piety was very touching, and he was in an extremely pitiful situation. But who knew...

Now, the young woman did not know what to do. She couldn't back down, nor could she force the slave to give in.

The King of Zhenyuan's residence was extremely powerful in the Royal City and went about its activities with much arrogance and impudence. It was many times more influential and stronger than that of Marquis Tao, especially now that the Tao family was in trouble. The young woman felt that she should really not be adding more burden to her family as she thought about her aging and troubled-looking parents, but this young man was really too pitiful to ignore. Besides, he had a sick mother to take care of...

Why were there so many unjust incidents happening to people in the world?

The young woman sighed. She was helpless, but somehow there was a force that supported her. Even though she felt afraid, she did not back down.

"Alright, wretched woman, I'll remember this. When the day comes where you've been sent into the sex worker camp for bureaucrats, I'll come up with many ways to torment you." The evil slave grew increasingly vicious when he saw that the young lady in red would not back down. He sneered and threatened her before turning his attention to the pitiful youth with a shattered leg. "Damned beggar, I'll give you one more chance. Wrap your herbs up and hand them to me. Otherwise, I'll let you wish you were dead today."

The youth was instantly petrified.

His body was trembling and there was no color on his face at all. He looked extremely weak, and he was still spewing blood, but he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. He bowed to the young woman in red and said, "Thank you, Miss... don't bother about me anymore, please leave."

Ye Qingyu's eyes lit up as he saw this scene unfolding before him.

He thought that this young man was quite a character. Ordinary people would have hugged onto the legs of their would-be saviors and begged for assistance, but the youth did not. Instead, it was obvious that he had noticed the scruples of the young woman, and he did not want to implicate the only person in this bazaar kind enough to speak up for him. As such, he had spoken up to give the young lady an avenue to leave.

He's filial, righteous and strong willed. This young man is a talent worth developing.

Ye Qingyu had made a judgement on the youth in his heart.

The evil slave was simply too vile.

It was far too venomous to be speaking to a young lady about entering a camp of sex workers for bureaucrats.

Ye Qingyu decided to act at this moment.

He did not care, even if it would reveal his true identity.

"Sir, these are the herbs that you want, I'll give all of them to you for free..." the youth said as he erected his body. The sharp pain in his body was still tormenting him, and he was coughing out large mouthfuls of blood as he wrapped up the herbs and handed them over to the evil slave.

"Hehe, seems like you know what's good for you, kid..." the slave sneered coldly.

Was he really unable to afford paying for these herbs? No, he merely loved the thrill of snatching what belonged to others. He felt excited and satisfied upon seeing the indignity, humiliation and pent up rage that could not be vented out on others.

He reached his hand out to grab the packet of herbs.

At this moment, however—

"Wait a second."

A burly middle-aged man walked out from the crowd.

Countless gazes immediately fell on the middle-aged man.

What is going on now?

Was there still someone who still dared to interfere in this matter?

Naturally, this man was Zhang Longcheng, Ye Qingyu's manifestation.

He smiled at the young man and said, "Little brother, it just happens that I need a shrub of Intoxicated Immortal Grass to refine a certain sort of pill. How about this, I'll give you fifty kilograms of origin crystals to buy a shrub of it from you?"

"Er..." the young man hesitated.

In an instant, a look of desire and joy flashed within his eyes.

He would definitely be able to find a cure for his mother's illness with fifty kilograms of origin crystals. Very quickly, however, his joy died away and he turned downcast again. This was because he did not dare to agree to the deal. He was afraid of the evil slave and worried about Ye Qingyu's background; he did not want to also implicate the stranger in this matter, by immediately agreeing to the transaction.

Before the young man could reply, however, the wretched slave had instantly become furious.

"Who the hell are you? Are you trying to court your own death? How dare you covet the things I want..." he howled with a vicious look on his face.

Smack!

The crisp sound of a slap rang out.

Everyone around them was shocked by the scene unfolding right before their eyes.

The arrogant slave could not even react; the middle-aged man had lifted his hand to slap the slave immediately. The hideous, triangular face of the slave, which many onlookers wanted to punch, was a little deformed now. His facial muscles had wrinkled up, and dozens of yellowed teeth shot out from his mouth, along with a trail of blood...

The evil slave did not even have time to scream when his entire body spun for three whole circles, his arms and legs wide open, as if he were a windmill. He crashed heavily back onto the same spot where he stood; half of his face looked as though it was a ripe peach that had been trampled upon viciously by someone, right after dropping to the ground. It looked extremely terrible.

"Damn it, what a bloody noisy bastard... he even dirtied my hand!"

Ye Qingyu flicked his hand and drew out a white handkerchief to wipe it clean. There was a look of impatience on his face.

His actions and manner were so exaggerated, that even a fool could tell that this middle-aged man had not emerged from the crowd to confront the slave because he did not know what he was getting himself into. He was purposely looking for trouble with the evil slave.

This feels so good!

In an instant, the thought appeared in nearly all of the living beings that were crowding around.

The slap had helped them vent their anger.

Everyone had been angered by the impudent and arrogant attitude of the evil slave, but none of them dared to show their fury because of the power and influence of the King of Zhenyuan. Now that someone had finally appeared and gave the slave the vicious beating he deserved, it felt as good as eating an icy watermelon during the three hottest days of summer.

"You..." the young woman in red instinctively wanted to remind Ye Qingyu to run after regaining her senses. The consequences of angering someone he had no right to anger were terrible indeed. After noticing his attitude, she realized that he knew what he was doing and was not simply acting rashly.

"Good one... oof," the round-faced maid could not help but cheer. In the next moment, however, her young mistress had covered her mouth up again. Her face had a smile and was red as she struggled and moaned; it was a very comedic and cute sight to behold.

The atmosphere of the entire bazaar seemed to have come alive after the slapping.

The young man with a broken leg was also extremely shocked and did not know what to say.

He was just an ordinary Dark One struggling at the bottom of society, and had little to no social status. He never dreamed that the herbs he fought hard to gather would cause such a huge commotion one day.

"Alright, now that no one else is going to fight with me, I'll purchase the bag of herbs from you, haha," Ye Qingyu spoke in a very rough voice. He took over the packet of herbs from the youth on his own accord and handed over an interdimensional pouch to the youth. There were at least a hundred and fifty kilograms of origin crystals inside it.

The youth received the pouch instinctively.

He was still confused and did not know what to say.

"Ahhh... you... I don't care who you are, you're dead..." the terrible looking slave with a triangular-shaped face finally woke up. Blood was still streaming down from the corner of his mouth, and he screeched while on all fours on the ground like a stuck pig. "How dare you hit me? Ahh, how dare you hit me? "Do you know what the fuck you're doing? Do you know who you're hitting?"

"Ahh, you dare to scold me?" Ye Qingyu replied in an equally angry tone. "I don't care who you are, how dare you scold me? Do you know who you're scolding? Do you know what you're doing? Ahh, how dare you fucking scold me?"

Ye Qingyu roared furiously and strode over angrily toward the slave. He stomped both of the arms of the evil slave, shattering them to bits. There were two loud crackles and bits of his blood and bones were plastered onto the ground like paper.

"Ahh, you... my hand...!!!" the triangular-faced vile slave screamed like a stuck pig. "How dare you... ah, my hand. Who are you? How dare you... I'm from the King's estate, I'm from the estate of the King of Zhenyuan..."

"I don't give a fuck who you are. How dare you scold me?"

Ye Qingyu followed up with another kick and also shattered the leg of the vile slave.

"Who said you could scold me...? You damned creature, do you think you have the right to scold me? I'll kill you..." Ye Qingyu was displaying an immeasurable amount of arrogance and impudence at this moment, behaving in a manner that was even more domineering than that of the slave earlier on. He kept up the verbal abuse while stomping on the slave again, this time shattering a few of his ribs.

Hisssss!

Everyone watching could not help but take in a cold breath of air.

Who is this man? He's so vicious and barbaric. His behavior is completely unreasonable. The slave had just scolded him a little, but he crippled him. Compared to this man, the domineering attitude of the slave is nothing.

Of course, a few perceptive people had realized that the man was behaving this way for a reason—he wanted to give the slave a taste of his own medicine. He was purposely tormenting and teaching the slave a good lesson, so that he would feel what it was like being bullied and humiliated by others.

The slave was close to breaking down by now. Mucus and tears streamed down his face as he howled in pain and struggled to get up. Eventually, he ended up crying. "Sob, you... you're being unreasonable... you're disrespecting the law... I just scolded you twice... you're too vicious..."

Unexpectedly, he was acting as though he had been wronged.

All of the onlookers did not know whether to laugh or cry upon seeing him act in this manner.

In their hearts, however, they felt incredibly relieved.

It was true that the evil people of this world could only be taught a lesson by other evil people.